A Mother Lovin’ Plan
byMothers Day is nearly on us and there is definitely an air of excitement in the house. Quite right too. After all, it is the 5th or 6th most important day of the year.
BIG laughs
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
Shopping Favours
by“I’ll go to the shop for you,” I called to Tracey. Ducking out to the shops sometimes upsets her and I like Tracey to be in a good mood when we go to bed.
I Love It When You Call Me Names
byIt’s hard enough dealing with a child upset because kids at school are calling them names – but what if Mum and Dad joined in on the act?
Lost In e-Translation
byThis year I’ve decided to leave nothing to chance. My birthday is coming up, which gives me not a lot of time to subtly lay the foundations so I get what I want
The Paper Run
by“I don wanna look at your doodle,” said Miss3. She’d flung the bathroom door open, stumbling in with both hands up to her eyes. Where do they come up with stuff?
Smear Campaign
byMost people have a favourite milestone with their kids, be it crawling or those first teetering steps, first words or just being able to feed themselves. Mine is toilet training.
Cool Under Pressure
byHere’s the thing. Apparently, I am part of the next big thing, a phenomena known as daddy blogging. That’s right, I am phenomenal.
Head Case
byA little box appeared on my computer screen at work yesterday. I’d received an email from Tracey. ‘Your son got his head caught in the bars of his bed.’
Like Father, Like Son
by“Dad,” came the dejected voice of my number one son over the phone. “I’m having one of your days.”
My heart sank for my boy. One of my days is not a good thing.
One Born Every Minute
byWhen it comes to chatting about birth with women who are eight months pregnant, the best idea is to shut up and listen.
I’ve been framed
by“This is your fault,” I told Tracey when she told me (again) my new glasses sucked. “You didn’t text me back you hated them.”
For a week now Tracey has had this annoying habit of breaking out into a huge, stupid grin when she walks into the room and looks at me. Then she’ll back out, chuckling and shaking her head.
Mind you, I admit it’s been nice to make her laugh.
Forget Me Lots & Lots
byHaving kids is like being a contestant on a game show & having to pick between doors 1, 2 or 3.
You don’t know what you’re going to end up with – it could be the car, it could be the encyclopedias – but you just know by the end of the episode you’re going to have a great story to tell your friends.
Multitasking – You’re Doing It Wrong
byTracey walked out of the bathroom, her and her clothes drenched from head to toe.
“Don’t tell me,” I said. “You forgot to undress before your shower?”
Exit Stratagy
byOur neighbour’s kids are always demanding she shows them where they came out of her tummy. She shows them because she had C-sections.
Thankfully our kids don’t ask Tracey because we didn’t.
Toddler’s Paradise
byLike me, my friend Jane also lived a while at Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast.
Unlike me, she actually went in the surf when she went to the beach.
Unlike me, she also caused a revolution in skin safe awareness. Well, kinda….